Even in passing dozens of hours at the BNF, I'm not sure to find much biographical information on
Hélène Jourdan-Morhange, as Cocteau described him thus: "cheek against the beautiful curve of her red violin, with the smile of the Angel of Reims." (1) This musician has most likely
"It's hard to be a painter." H. Jourdan-Morhange
signed L'Oeil cacodylate because it was part of the circle of friends and music of Gabrielle Buffet. [Dispel any misunderstanding here, "Gabrielle Buffet" for marital status and "Gabrielle Buffet" for the world of arts and letters. The first spelling of "Gabriel" is probably October 9, 1912 when she signed Article in the "special issue devoted to exposing the" Golden Section ""] (2) found naturally
"Gabriel" The Eye on cacodylate in 1921. 
What to say? Hélène Jourdan-Morhange Ravel wrote, and us. Man, the Friend, Musician , published by Editions du Milieu World in 1945 (Geneva). About this volume that I look forward to some booksellers of old notes that "Photographs and illustrations L.-A. Moreau black and white inserts. "(3)
And what else, if not mentioned here, verbatim , Jeanine Warnod?
"Montfort l'Amaury one Sunday at the campaign of my adolescence. In a rickety car, we arrive at "Mesnuls" in the musician Hélène Jourdan-Morhange, the painter Luc Albert Moreau and their three cats. Helen, cousin of my mother, virtuoso violist, had created the female quartets in chamber orchestras, and received standing ovations at every concert when tragedy changed her life. Paralysis of the arm with which she held the bow prevented him from continuing his career. No diagnosis revealed no cause. They spoke of neuritis, a typical case of conversion hysteria. For years, she hoped, by dint of treatment, his condition improved. His disappointments in love could they explain his paralysis? A psychoanalyst would have it cured? The interpreter of Ravel experienced his first heartbreak with his Pierre Lecomte du Nouy fiance. She loved it but the mother's suitor, author of Friendship love and other sentimental nature books, would not consent to part with his son. The violinist, sorely wounded, found consolation in the arms of a young painter, Jacques Jourdan, a childhood friend and vacation in Saint-Lunaire, where my mother and her cousins found each summer, the personalities of the Parisian scene: Georges Feydeau, Tristan Bernard, the poet Jean Richepin and Eve Lavalliere, star of the Variety Theatre before joining the convent. Jacques Jourdan married Helen but disappeared shortly thereafter, in 1916, Fort Douaumont. This new shock overthrew the virtuoso and deprived of any opportunity to play the violin. But one that was one of the first women to swim in the ocean, sunbathe on the beach and drive a car does not let down. Admirable fervor and the audacity she put in everything she undertook, she replaced the bow with the pen and offered to several newspapers music reviews. It was touching to see his modesty become admiration for itself. She was astonished at his talent. "How could I write a good text?" She said by rereading. "For Mesnuls" Luc-Albert Moreau, with a tonsured monk and small doe-eyed, armed with sticks from his war wound, draws us into his studio and shows us her paintings in the south. I am admiring portrait of an old Crock, tender look at the clown I had seen the circus Medrano fall from his piano stool, when my cousin called us for lunch. In a scene flooded with Louis Philippe romantic objects (clusters of orange flowers under glass like those painted by my mother, curls a great-grandmother of Luke kept under glass in an oval frame), it serves us the products of his garden. The dessert eaten, we start at Colette, in a nearby forest. Dressed peasant, his face hidden by his thick mop Curly, the gardening writer and feeds the birds who wake up every morning. His voice Charmer Burgundy, rolling r, Claudine aged me the name of each tree, his friends. She just started a book about her mother, Sido, but it is forbidden to talk about books she is writing. Helen told me the special friendship 1a bound to Colette. They had met in 1925 during the presentation of The Child and the Spells, Ravel composed a poem by the author of Fairy Darling. Seduced, the novelist has portrayed: "A curly hair by Melozzo da Forli Angel at his or violates emerges a cat face ... "Meanwhile, Helen says," I wanted to be like him, do my hair like her, raise many cats. "Inconsolable at the death of" The Cat " , his double in animal and dog "Marigold," Cole approached more of his "Mounir", as nicknamed Ravel. Ravel, the god of Helena, would have thought of marrying her. She knew him since 1920 , interpreted his works, wrote books about his life, his method, style, and published a book of memories to the experienced teacher, Ravel and We, prefaced by Colette. One day we passed the remains of composer, the shutters are closed, it is absent. I only see the outside of the house. Helen described it: "really funny, cut into quarter-brie on the road, with his little box of toys lookout! The rooms are cramped and the master bedroom overlooking the garden seems even to a kind of cellar surprised to be dressed in satin. [... ] There was also the ritual of visiting the garden reveals the surprise guest the terms of enthusiasm reserved for things that Ravel nature. Ecstatic as the first day, he always seemed to find the thousands of small blue flowers composing his lawn Japanese and dwarf trees ... "Feminist and leftist critic for French literature, Moune, exhausted by too much work, finally decided to go to Honfleur with her sister Alice to rest. Taken unwell on arrival, do not spare her strength, she returned to Paris in his car instead of going by ambulance. Myocardial not spared. I said goodbye to the clinic: "I love my life! "She murmured in a last breath. "(4)
But it would be unjust to forget the monumental work of Ornella Volta, I did not dare approach it almost a year ago the Aube Breton evening and invited Jackie Matisse preview happy few in the film by Fabrice Maze, the first devoted to the life of Marcel Duchamp and now available on DVD in Sevendoc - Lighthouses Collection:
because it's in:
Erik Satie, Correspondance almost complete, assembled and presented by Ornella Volta, Fayard / IMEC , 2000, p. 283, found the facsimile of a letter written by Satie to Hélène Jourdan-Morhange March 23, 1917:
Do not mention this book is, really, pure heresy!
(1) Soon I will provide the source of this phrase of Cocteau.
(2) The library is closed Kandinsky until September, I am not able to offer Gabrielle Buffet's article mentioned here.
(3) "Guite is here, no doubt, Marguerite Moreno, Colette and intimate friend who took an active part the publication of the text by Hélène Jourdan-Morhange while the latter was attempting to publish his text in occupied France.
(4) Jeanine Warnod, Paris School Le Musée du Montparnasse / Arcadia Editions, Paris, 2004, pp. 113-114.
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